Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 43

After Mo Yi finished speaking, he paced back and forth, somewhat agitated, brows tightly knit.

Under the dim, gloomy, and cold corridor lights, his pale face due to blood loss appeared even more deathly pale at this moment, and there wasn’t a trace of blood on the tightly pressed lips.

Wang Zezhi gradually came to from Mo Yi’s deduction just now, and a shiver instantly ran down his back.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked, “That … Since we’re acting as the victims and the newcomer is playing as the perpetrator, then … who’s playing as the spectator?”

Mo Yi shook his head, a little solemn, and replied, “I don’t know.”

His lips pursed and he said with some uncertainty, “A moment ago, I think I heard laughter when Sun Xiaoyan was tortured and killed.”

Wang Zezhi couldn’t help feeling cold all over hearing this, a layer of goosebumps rising in a flash. His shoulders shrank and he showed a forced smile, saying, “You … you don’t scare me, ah.”

Mo Yi raised an eyebrow and didn’t answer.

He lowered his head and stroked the piece of paper in his hand. A rough tactile sensation came through from under his fingertips, and the flimsy and thin paper made a slight rustling sound.

Mo Yi’s sight stopped on the handwriting on the note, eyes dark and heavy. For a moment, it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

There was a momentary silence in the air that was a little frightening.

Wang Zezhi saw that he was looking at the note again and again over there and couldn’t help slightly breaking the silence, asking a bit puzzled, “Aren’t there just a few words on that piece of paper? What are you looking at?”

His words seemed to rouse Mo Yi.

Mo Yi looked up from his train of thoughts, pitch-black eyes gazing at Wang Zezhi. However, it wasn’t focused on him, seeming to pass straight through him.

He replied, off topic, “I was thinking. Where did the corpses go?”

Wang Zezhi was stunned: The corpses?

Mo Yi said right after, “The massacre was originally meant to cover up evidence. So, the dead bodies of over three hundred orphans could never be transported out in plain sight. Then where could they possibly go?”

Wang Zezhi’s gaze was heavy. He stretched out his hand and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, carefully thought about it, and replied, “Could it be that they were transported in batches for several nights?”

Mo Yi nodded. “It’s possible.”

After saying that he raised the note in his hand, showing Wang Zezhi the handwriting on it, “But if that’s the case, why are they asking us to “find them” again?”

The answer was on the verge of coming out in the open — The orphan’s corpses were likely to be stored inside the orphanage.

Wang Zezhi frowned, somewhat uneasy, “But this orphanage is so big. Where would we try to find them? Moreover …”

He turned his head and looked at the iron door that had already been locked. It was glowing coldly in the dark, laying quietly at the end of the corridor.

Moreover, there was quite a large possibility that those corpses — were downstairs.

Mo Yi’s brows wrinkled even more, tense. He raised his head and looked at the brightly lit hall on the other side of the corridor. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something. “I might have a way.”

Before he had finished speaking, Mo Yi had turned and walked out of the corridor. His back was thin and straight. Looking at under the light caused one to unexpectedly feel especially at ease.

Wang Zezhi paused and closely followed, breaking into a run.

Under the bright lights in the hall, the bloodstains on the floor, although semi dried, was still shocking to the eye. A long trail of blood extended into one of the corridors, leaving dark red marks on the smooth floor.

Mo Yi said, “Since we’re playing the roles of the orphans in the orphanage, then … After Sun Xiaoyan was tortured and killed, her corpse must have been piled up together with the rest of the orphans.”

Wang Zezhi understood when he saw the bloodstains on the floor. He went on to say, “As long as we follow the bloodstains, we can find the skeletons of the dead.”

Mo Yi smiled and nodded: Much smarter than Jiang Yuanbai in the last copy.

The two followed the bloodstains and walked inside the corridor.

This corridor was the corridor where many players rested and was the longest of the four corridors. The end of the corridor, covered with a dim light, was swallowed by the darkness. On both sides of the corridor were twelve identical rooms standing side by side.

The sinister bloodstains from underground stopped at the beginning of the corridor. The bloodstain trail turned into a large, vast pool of blood, mixed with internal organs and fragments of flesh and blood, looking as if … the corpse had been dismembered.

Excessive splattering of blood practically covered the front half of the corridor, almost covering the rest of the trail.

Mo Yi unnoticeably frowned. He turned his head to Wang Zezhi and said, “It seems that we have to look separately.”

Wang Zezhi nodded helplessly.

Mo Yi was in charge of the six rooms on the left side of the corridor. Wang Zezhi was in charge of the six rooms on the right.

Mo Yi turned and entered the first room on the left. It was obvious that the room had also been restored to its former appearance. The light overhead was also no longer dim, bright light spilling down, but it couldn’t dispel the chill in a person’s heart.

The floor in the room was covered with irregular drops of blood.

Mo Yi walked around the room, circling it, tapping everywhere, testing whether or not there were any compartments under the wall. Bending down and looking for gaps in the floor, he tried to find a secret room like before.

— Unfortunately, they were all solid.

His brows knit into a frown, and he turned around, walking into the second room.

The second room was practically identical to the first room. There was the same numerous bloodstains and there were no compartments between the walls and secrets rooms on the floor.

Mo Yi’s brows tightly wrinkled even more.

He turned around, walking out of the second room, and happened to run into Wang Zezhi who was also coming out from the opposite side.

Wang Zezhi wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead and asked, “Did you find anything?”

Mo Yi didn’t speak, blankly staring at him.

Wang Zezhi’s heart was full of fear. He raised his palm and waved it in his eyes. “Why …”

Before he finished his words, the remaining words got stuck in his trembling throat, and he couldn’t squeeze a syllable out — Wang Zezhi finally saw that his raised palm was covered with traces of blood.

He raised his head and looked at Mo Yi with a bit of horror, but only saw Mo Yi standing in front of him, a pair of pitch-black eyes staring at him, a hint of colour rising in his pale face.

He muttered in a low voice:

“under your bones, beneath your skin

I’m here with thee forever and ever”

Wang Zezhi was stunned: This was … The small poem engraved on the table?”

Although the expression on Mo Yi’s face did not change much, his eyes revealed his uneasy mood.

His speaking couldn’t help but quicken. “I always thought that the subject of the poem was the writer, but I was wrong — The subject of this poem is actually the player!”

Wang Zezhi was shocked.

Mo Yi’s breathing became a little hurried. He took a deep breath, continuing to say, “Since entering this copy, all of us have been underneath the bones and flesh of the orphans!”

Wang Zezhi understood, complexion instantly turning pale. “So … the dead bodies have actually been above our heads the whole time?”

Mo Yi nodded — He finally knew where, before the entire orphanage’s timeline rewinded, the dark water stains on the ceiling that never went away came from and why the ceilings in this orphanage were always so low.

The two quickly walked into the room behind them, raising their eyes to look around inside the room. Sure enough, in the gap between the ceiling and wall, there was an oozing, dark red semi dried bloodstain.

Wang Zezhi stood on one of the very small iron beds, arms raised to try and touch the area of the ceiling where the blood was seeping. As expected, the ceiling gave way, and a hidden door was pushed open.

A stench of blood blew assaulted his senses, choking Wang Zezhi who coughed again and again.

He slightly stood on his tiptoes, turned on the flashlight he was carrying and aimed it upwards, and was instantly frightened speechless at the appearance inside.

In the dim, dust covered compartment, there were numerous densely packed bones, appearing to be the leg bones of children, and at the place closest to him lay two cut-off legs attached with flesh and blood.

Without having to think about it, this was part of Sun Xiaoyan’s dismembered body.

Wang Zezhi resisted the urge to vomit, jumped down, and accurately recounted the scene he had just saw.

Mo Yi nodded, face calm and collected, and said, “If I’m not mistaken, the top of the entire orphanage is covered with the dismembered human remains of the corpses of children.”

Perhaps because he had already guessed it, Wang Zezhi wasn’t very surprised, but the colour of his face was still poor. After all, no one could accept that they had been under more than three hundred human remains for nearly three days.

Mo Yi turned around while saying, “Go, ba. Let’s open up the other ceilings as well.”

Wang Zezhi nodded and closely followed him out.

They passed through the corridor and were about to walk to another room, but halfway through, Wang Zezhi suddenly remembered something and asked, “Oh, that’s right. Just now above, I only saw Sun Xiaoyan’s … part. Zhao Yicheng and Song Qi weren’t there above. Do you think that they are…?”

Mo Yi’s steps slightly paused, and he said, “Everyone will be assigned a role by the orphanage, and Zhao Yicheng should have been too.”

Thinking of Song Qi, Mo Yi was slightly confused. He really didn’t know how to explain this.

“Song Qi” was somewhat outside of the entire system and was also unlikely to have been assigned a role. But it was impossible for him to tell Wang Zezhi that this was the transformed form of the hauntingly lingering mist, right?

Mo Yi frowned, thought about it seriously, and said, “As for Song Qi, you just treat him as being dead.”

Wang Zezhi, “…” ???

At this moment, a deep and low voice suddenly came from behind, “Why didn’t I know I was dead?”

The Author has Something to Say:

Mo Yi: #Caught talking about someone behind their back. What to do. Waiting online. Urgent#

Song Qi: #My sweetheart says I’m dead while he’s with another man. What to do. Waiting online. Urgent.#

Wang Zezhi: “…” Leaves.

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